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John Greenleaf Whittier - Hymn IJohn Greenleaf Whittier - Hymn I
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O THOU, whose presence went before Our fathers in their weary way, As with Thy chosen moved of yore The fire by night, the cloud by day! When from each temple of the free, A nation`s song ascends to Heaven, Most Holy Father! unto Thee May not our humble prayer be given? Thy children all, though hue and form Are varied in Thine own good will, With Thy own holy breathings warm, And fashioned in Thine image still. We thank Thee, Father! hill and plain Around us wave their fruits once more, And clustered vine, and blossomed grain, Are bending round each cottage door. And peace is here; and hope and love Are round us as a mantle thrown, And unto Thee, supreme above, The knee of prayer is bowed alone. But oh, for those this day can bring, As unto us, no joyful thrill; For those who, under Freedom`s wing, Are bound in Slavery`s fetters still: For those to whom Thy written word Of light and love is never given; For those whose ears have never heard The promise and the hope of heaven! For broken heart, and clouded mind, Whereon no human mercies fall; Oh, be Thy gracious love inclined, Who, as a Father, pitiest all! And grant, O Father! that the time Of Earth`s deliverance may be near, When every land and tongue and clime The message of Thy love shall hear; When, smitten as with fire from heaven, The captive`s chain shall sink in dust, And to his fettered soul be given The glorious freedom of the just!
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